The Enemy Within Episode 11 by Madera

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The Enemy Within Episode 11

by Madera

She looked down, trying to avoid any eye contact with me and nodded. ‘look at me!’ I screamed at her. ‘look me in the eyes and tell me that your own blood sister, my wife, the mother of Isabella your favorite niece is trying to poison me her husband!’ that rush of anger I was looking for has finally arrived. I guess it must have been the prospect of hearing the final confirmation that my beloved wife is my worst enemy that caused the rush. She was bringing the truth to me and I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready to lose my wife, my kids (that is if they are even mine), the home I once had, everything was about to go up in flames.

She was obviously angry at my outburst. She stormed into the house, I even thought she has abandoned me to my fate only to see her emerge with her car key. ‘you want to know the truth, come along, I’ll show you instead’ she said as she led me to her car.

We got into her car and she drove us away, after about 20minutes on the road, I finally realize she was taking us to my house. She blew her horn and Taju the gate man came to open the gate for us. I suddenly started feeling like I was indeed in an enemy’s territory. The place I once called home was no longer home to me.

As we approach the front door, I held Abigail’s hand back this time I was speaking to her in a much lower tone ‘wait wait, why are we here? Let’s just go back ok? I don’t want any troubles’ ‘you want to know the truth don’t you?’ she asked as I nodded in reply ‘then follow me, there is nothing to be afraid of’. She yanked the front door open! Lo and behold, my beloved wife Andral was placing her head on the lap of another man! The man was sitting on the edge of our long sofa in the living room while Andral was lying down on the same sofa using the man’s lap as pillow. Ironically, I wasn’t angry or surprised. I guess after everything I have seen and heard, I was pretty sure anybody is capable of doing anything, especially Andral.

Immediately she saw us, Andral sprang to her feet ‘what are you doing here? What is your business here? She was directing her question at me but I was busy looking at Abigail who seemed to be a bit shocked to see Andral in that position. It took Abigail a while to recover from her shock and soon as she did, she made for the kitchen and Andral dashed after her. ‘Where do you think you are going you idiot, you husband snatcher?’ ‘Baby ignore her’ the man with Andral shouted as he followed the two women to the kitchen. ‘Nnamdi hold on, lemme show this abomination of a girl who is boss’ I was taken aback a little bit, the thought that came to my mind was ‘wow! So this is the Nnamdi, the one I almost got killed for, so this woman cannot wait for me to sign the divorce papers before bringing another man into our house’. While all this was going through my mind, I knew Andral might really hurt Abigail if nothing is done so I followed them through to the kitchen.

THE ENEMY WITHIN EPISODE 11
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I saw Abigail scrambling through the cabinets in the kitchen, Andral and Nnamdi were standing at the door watching as she was frantically searching through the cabinets. They could not tell what she was looking for and neither do I.

After searching for a few minutes, she came up with nothing, she dashed out of the kitchen again but not without pushing both Andral and Nnamdi who were still standing by the door aside. We all followed her as she finally made a stop at our bedroom. She went straight to my wife’s wardrobe, brought out a bag I could literarily swear that I have never seen in my entire life from the last row, unzipped it, and poured out its contents on the bed while staring at all of us who were still standing by the door of the bedroom.

What came out of the bag was what caught my attention. A couple of white drug plastics with the name Cal-G boldly written on the label on them fell to the bed, about 8 of them. I wanted to move closer to the scene of the action but something held me back. Andral moved closer to her sister and said ‘yes? What is this all about?’ she asked ‘what are all these drugs for’ Abigail fired back ‘they are mine’ Andral replied. ‘ I know they are yours but what are they for’ as Abigail gave me a look as if telling me to pay attention ‘Andral looked back at me then turned back to face Abigail ‘they are for my body weight loss’ this time the self confidence, composure and fury she once had had somehow disappeared. What was left was the picture of a woman who knew trouble was imminent.

I eventually decided to move close only for me to see a hand holding me back – the hand belonged to Nnamdi – without thinking twice I gave him a punch that brushed his mouth up to his nose! He hit the floor so hard you will think something pulled him from the ground. Andral screamed ‘devil!’ and rushed down to the side of Nnamdi on the floor while sobbing. I went straight to the bed, picked up one of those plastics and read through it in front of Abigail who was standing at Akimbo. I finally saw what I was looking for ‘calcium Glucate’ was written boldly under the Cal – G on the label. I turned around and moved towards Andral (she was still on the floor trying to comfort Nnamdi who was bleeding from both mouth and nose). ‘so you mean these drugs belongs to you? Andral! Answer me! You own these drugs? What is my offence? I thought you loved me?’ I tried not to be emotional but I failed. Tears were gathering around my eyes by now. ‘I’ll rather die in the gutters instead of loving you!’ Andral said as she was standing up from the floor, ‘I’ll rather spend the rest of my life in jail instead of spending it with you’. She was moving so close to me, so close I could smell the lotion on her hair and the alcohol in her breath. ‘all my life I have loved only one man and one man alone’ pointing to Nnamdi on the floor ‘you may be judgmental and say all the crap in this word about him but he is twice the man you will ever be and believe me if I have to kill the entire world populace to be with him I’ll do it without blinking’. ‘Wow, so I have been in love with another man’s wife all along’ I thought to myself. I somehow admired their love in a bizarre and strange twist. I felt a profound appreciation for what they have. The fact that someone could love anybody like that made me want to believe in love again, to me, standing there, and watching Andral profess her love in such an unapologetic way made me feel like the outsider in this circle of love for the first time and it made me want to admit that maybe, just maybe I have been standing in the way of true love all along, maybe I deserve to die.

I traced my steps back to the nearest wall available to rest my back on it, folding my hands on my chest as I was coming to the realization that with or without those divorce papers, my marriage was over. I asked Andral ‘so what do we do about our children?’ at least if this is goodbye I still have to care for the children this farce of a marriage has brought to life. ‘What children?’ she fired back ‘our children, Isabella and Caleb’ ‘get it into your thick head Mr. what we had never happened, there was never ‘us’, all my kids belongs to this man’ kneeling back to meet Nnamdi on the floor. I was so enraged, enraged at the fact that she was so proud of the fact that she cheated on me all this while. Irrespective of the fact that she was in love with another man, I was and still is her husband and I never cheated on her. I reached for her hair from the back, pulled her up, turned her around and pinned her to the wall (same wall I was resting on) and I started chocking her. Both Abigail and Nnamdi rush towards us, Abigail pulled me while Nnamdi rushed to Andral’s aid; she was gasping for her life. I have never been this angry in a long time. Not since my University days.

I dashed out of the room after hearing the cry of Caleb who must have been awoken by the whole pandemonium and everyone followed me from a distance probably because they were scared that I could do something rash this time again, I went straight to his nursery and picked him up from his cot. He is not my son; the thick veil that has been covering my eyes now seem to have been lifted, I could now see the resemblance of Nnamdi on his face , the ear, nose and the bulging lips, oh! I have been a fool thinking he looked more like his mother. I turned back to see the two sisters (Andral and Abigail) by the door with Nnamdi in front of them. They looked scared of me, I beckoned on Nnamdi to step forward, he reluctantly did so; he was unsure of what may happen but I handed Caleb over to him, the boy belonged to him. I was about to leave when Andral who had shifted far away from the door held my hands back ‘I’m sorry’ she said in a remorseful tone. This was a fight I had lost long before it even started. There was no point dragging on. For me it was a case of love wrongly placed.

I couldn’t wait for Abigail to drive me back. I boarded a cab outside and headed for the hotel with a thousand thoughts going through my mind. My life, my entire livelihood, everything I once called mine has just been snapped away from me without force or gun.

My first thought was on Isabella, I shook my head at the possibility of missing out on her entire life by the virtue of the fact that I am not her father. How will she take the news when she is told I am not her father? The teary days it will take her to get over me, her, constantly looking on to see if I’m coming home, she will probably hate me for the rest of her life thinking her sweet dad abandoned her. Damn!!! I curse the day I met Andral. By now I was crying like a baby. Those children meant the world to me; I could have given my life for them in a blink.
Then I switched my attention to my father in-law. I somehow felt all this was his fault. He pushed the poor girl up to the state of almost committing murder. I still don’t understand parents who try to decide their children’s love life, I mean; it’s a thing of the heart, body and soul! Why would you want to tamper with something as delicate as that? Andral was never his favorite child. To him I was the best thing to have ever happened to her; in his mind Andral is a remote control that needs my battery to function. He caused all this.

In the middle of my thought came the question ‘what will I do with my life now?’ and with it came the answer ‘call your mum first’. I reached for my phone in the left hand pocket of my trouser, it wasn’t there, I searched every other pocket, and still it wasn’t there. Damn! It must have fallen off at Andral’s place. One thing is for sure; I wasn’t going back there, so I asked the driver if I could borrow his phone to make a call and he obliged, I dialed my number and Abigail picked it ‘hello Ben, you dropped your phone at your house. Where are you?’ ‘Do you know the hotel where I lodge?’ I asked her in my coldest tone ‘yes’ she replied ‘bring it there’ and before she could reply, I hung up.

I was approaching the hotel when I noticed a liquor store on the right side of the road, the store has been there ever since I bought my house in the area but this is the first time I really gave it a second look because I usually don’t drink, as a matter of fact, I have never tasted alcohol in my life. I asked the driver to stop the car. Today, I am going to get drunk, and probably do something stupid. I have been a reserved and godly man all my life but look at where it got me- a broken marriage with a bunch of bastards. I got into the store, grabbed the first bottle I saw read through the label to confirm it is alcoholic. The sign read ‘Vodka’ and it had a five thousand naira price tag on it. I have heard my father in-law refer to vodka as the quickest way to get drunk so for me, this will do. There and then, I popped the bottle open and I took a gulp of it. I almost choked to death! It was like something had come to take my life away, I only managed to hold the bottle from dropping to the floor. I bent down with kneels almost touching the floor trying to get a grip on myself but my grunts had attracted attention from the female attendant who rushed to my side. ‘Sorry sir’ she kept saying. I stood upright and gave the lady a look that sent her away from me. She moved away as fast as she could. I took the bottle in my mouth again and took another sip. I was determined to get drunk and not even the choking can stop me. This time however, the effect was not as strong as the first. I walked over to the counter, paid the cashier and made for the taxi.

I got to my hotel room, pulled of my shirt and collapsed on the bed face-up with my bottle still in my hand. I have a feeling that bottles like that might just be my companion the next few days, maybe weeks, or maybe more. I wasn’t sure how long it will take to get over this pain I literarily feel in my heart. I started crying as I was playing back everything on my mind. The woman I love does not love, she never did. How did she endure all the love makings? How did she endure the heart break of not being able to live with the man she truly loves? I guess the thought that my life will soon end must have comforted her. I had sipped my bottle of vodka almost half way when I heard the knock on my door. Without a care about who it was, I yelled ‘open!’ and Abigail stepped in……………..

The look on Abigail’s face when she saw me says it all about my sorry state. She held back a bit while still at the door. She looked stunned but then probably after coming to the realization of the magnitude of the situation at hand she started crying. She was crying out loud, she only lean back on the door that she had closed behind her and allowed the water to drop freely down her cheek. At first I looked away from her, I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t angry with her for introducing me to the woman who ruined everything. Later I looked at her direction and I could tell she felt real empathy for me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol but damn! She looked pretty while crying. I raised my right hand to beckon her to come and lie beside me on the bed.

She rushed to my side and gave me hug! ‘I’m sorry…….I’m sorry’ she said while sobbing profusely like a 2 year old baby. I held her to my body with my right hand while my left hand caressed my beloved Vodka. ‘you don’t have to be, I brought it upon myself’ I retorted ‘no no, no Ben, you didn’t do anything wrong, I shouldn’t have dragged you into my family’s drama in the first place by introducing you to my sister’ I took a few seconds to digest what she said and then I giggled. I giggled a little more and then I turned it to laughter. ‘Why are you laughing’ a stunned and a bit relieved Abigail asked. I handed my bottle over to her and she collected it. She took a huge quantity of it I one rush. I have always known Abigail to be a lady who drinks. She took some more and I had to rescue the rest from her for my own sake. ’ahn ahn what kind of guest are you? Do you want to finish my drink?’ I playfully asked her. It is hard to believe that in the middle of all this I could still find time humor.

I stood up from the bed and moved towards the window which was on the opposite side of the entrance door. ‘You know I had always thought the greatest gift I had received in my entire life was the one you gave to me when you introduced Andral to me, it was like you gave me life, joy and when the babies started coming I felt I will forever be indebted to you. Now all I wish for is to go back in time and delete that very day from my life’. I looked back at Abigail; she had sat up resting on both hands to the back. She just nodded back as if to concur with my assertion.

I could now notice the spaghetti top she was wearing, and her mini skirt that is closer to her waist than her kneel. She looked good. ‘you know it’s funny how things turned, you use to be ‘The Girl’ for me back in those days, you were the one I thought I was after until you literally gave me away to Andral, I guess I wasn’t your type after all, in fact as it turns out, fraudulent people are just your type and I seem to have a soft spot for people with murderous tendencies’ we both laughed at my joke for a while, then what followed was an awkward silence which lasted for almost a minute before Abigail finally broke the silence. ‘you were wrong’ she said, we both gaze upon each other momentarily and then she continued ‘you were wrong to think you weren’t my type, I was only scared of what my father will think of me if he found out I was in love with you – the child of a widowed school teacher’

The Enemy Within Episode 11

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Anonymous
Anonymous
4 years ago

That is wickedness of d highest order.

Abee
Abee
4 years ago

Opradre.com we’ve been waiting for more episodes, thank you

Godfrey Joseph
Godfrey Joseph
4 years ago

You’re too good
More ink to your pen

Charly
Charly
4 years ago

So interesting

Anonymous
Anonymous
4 years ago

Two of you have to control yourself something must not happen

Kante
Kante
4 years ago

Two of you have to control yourself something must not happen